Author Archives: Lyca Fern

Forest for the Trees #1: A Forest Grief Zine

This zine was a collection of community art focused around grieving the Pennywise Clearcut, outside of Quilcene, WA. We assembled this piece over a period of a few months, initiated and then finalized with Danielle’s editorial fervor, extremely beautiful submissions, and my layout engine working until it buckled, my organizing engine going so fast itContinue reading “Forest for the Trees #1: A Forest Grief Zine”

Throwback Film: ‘Trail Medicine’, Disability Justice  Trail Running, and awkward comments

In the spring of 2020, I was set to take my first plane ride in many years, and attend a writers’ retreat on Whidbey Island. I got a call, from my sister, and a forwarded email from our cousin, saying that many elders were dying of a virus. “It’s bad, do not come here”, sheContinue reading “Throwback Film: ‘Trail Medicine’, Disability Justice  Trail Running, and awkward comments”

“ Daylight // Nightlight” in New Words Press

“Daylight // Nightlight” started out as an exphrasis of Aesop Rock’s tandem songs, “Daylight” and “Nightlight”, written deep in pandemic isolation, but working, schooling and writing online. The comfort I felt when beamed into each others’ homes via the magical zoom tube contrasted heavily with the realization that I would most likely never actually physicallyContinue reading ““ Daylight // Nightlight” in New Words Press”

“Memory Box” in Querencia Press’s Not Ghosts but Spirits V

Memory Box is about a relationship that passes over a desire for children, choosing instead to focus on holding memories, like deep secrets. I started this poem at Juan Morales’s workshop at the 2020 Jackson Hole Writers Conference, where we wrote about recent dreams. Shortly after, I traveled to the north end of the spitContinue reading ““Memory Box” in Querencia Press’s Not Ghosts but Spirits V”

Featured Reader at Cultivating Voices’ Pride Poetry March: Almost-Barfing at the Cusp of Birth

Last spring, I was graduating and finishing up my work at the Evergreen Writing Center. I spent much of the time curled up into a ball in my shed-office, like if I closed my eyes and held my breath *whatever* was waiting for me on the other side of graduation and my job ending– thatContinue reading “Featured Reader at Cultivating Voices’ Pride Poetry March: Almost-Barfing at the Cusp of Birth”

Only on Paper: Snag, in CPJ’s Poetry Corner

RSVP to a Snag Lightning hollowed you out death becoming    you, the conductor, the container from  the inside out, allowing yourself  to hollow Offering  the driest part of yourself,  the almost-dead part of you—soft, crumbling, becoming  fuel  from the inside out.  From there, you held us  inside. Time was Depression Time— You can stayContinue reading “Only on Paper: Snag, in CPJ’s Poetry Corner”

On Writing at Work: Publishing Love– not Cops!– in the Library

Almost a year ago to date, I published this piece in the Cooper Point Journal. Here is a short essay on the little events that lead up to it and followed it, the many continued layers that our work lives within, and is borne from. A year ago, I was working for the Evergreen StateContinue reading “On Writing at Work: Publishing Love– not Cops!– in the Library”